She may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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12355 | 2020-08-20 10:59:24 | 71.67 | 96% |
4904 | 2017-10-03 16:36:29 | 61.18 | 96% |